Happy Stinkin' Birthday Maycie

As you might have guessed from the title of this post, I was not too thrilled with the thought of my youngest having a birthday. Birthdays are what you have when you start to grow up, and I was not prepared to face the fact that Maycie was going to do just that. Something about the fact that she may be my last baby scares me, and I wasn't ready to watch time play it's cruel trick and start slipping by- just as it has with my other three kids. It's not fair! (And yes, if you're reading this Mom, I know that life's not fair.) I just wanted this last year to drag by so slowly so I could savor this precious baby time, because we all know that it will be gone soon enough. It's just not fair. So Maycie's birthday inevitably came last Wednesday, June 18th. I held out letting her be officially one until 9:10pm, the exact moment she was born last year. When it came, I cried. I'm even starting to cry again just thinking about it. I'm sure you're all thinking that I'm really dumb, and I'm even agreeing with you, but I just can't help it. I don't know why this is so hard for me, so if there's any Psych majors out there reading this, please feel free to share. Anyways, moving on. Happy birthday Maycie! I love that baby to death and I wanted it to be a fun birthday for her, despite the fact that I was having a partial breakdown and she wouldn't even remember any of it. I invited our family to come have a picnic and celebrate at the Spanish Fork Resevoir, and the weather was perfect. Maycie was darling in her new swimming suit, and she had a ball splashing in the water and playing in the sand (okay, she mostly just tried to eat the sand). All the kids had a great time and the adults got to sit and visit. I wanted Maycie to have a polka-dotted cake, so I slaved for a couple of hours making one. Just call me Betty Crocker, because it turned out pretty darn cute (even though I left the candle at home, so Zane made one out of a piece of rolled up napkin which we lit on fire). My Mom's friend made a small cake just for Maycie with fondant and polka dots to match. It was so stinking cute watching her pull off the polka dots then stick her fingers in the holes that they left. Apparantly Maycie really likes chocolate cake, because she destroyed it. She also figured out that she liked ripping the paper off of the presents even more than she liked what was in them. All in all it was a really nice day, and at the end of it, I was just so glad that I have such a wonderful baby- a beautiful, smart, silly, snuggly (stubborn, nap-hating, garbage-digging), fun and lovable baby. A baby that wraps her little arms around my neck and gives the tightest hugs whenever I need them. So, because I love my little Maycie Rue so much, I just might decide to let her have another birthday- in about five years or so.

Baby Love

I wonder if a little girl's fascination with dolls means she'll be a good mother someday. Alivia LOVED to play with dolls when she was little, and she is already a great little second "mom" to her baby sister Maycie. And lately, Maycie has taken to hauling around her baby doll, a cute little cabbage patch bean baby. I'll watch her from another room and she'll crawl around dragging this doll with her, then she'll stop and sit and start plastering it with kisses. When she's tired, she'll sit on my lap and watch TV with me, holding her doll on her lap. She'll rub it's tiny patch of hair on the top of it's bald head as I play with her hair. It's so stinkin' cute, but it makes me a little wistful, too. I can see the day when my daughters have their own babies, and that day is coming a little too quickly. But watching them makes me certain that they are going to be great mothers when that time comes.